The Box
by
Larry Bryan
He sits,
typing again,
words flowing,
like a stream,
from his fingers
into the emotionless box
which mirrors the
concept by which
he portrays himself.
He knows people don't
understand him,
but he doesn't know
how to want them to
He knows she doesn't
know how he feels.
He doesn't know
how to allow her to.
The box absorbs his
feelings,
saving them,
for a later time
when he is prepared
to deal with them,
and, at the same time,
exposing them
so that they can be
dealt with.
If only she could
see into the box.
see into his mind,
into his heart,
and recognize
the image,
see that it is
her being that
gives light to his world.
The box makes it
convenient not to
feel,
allow the world in,
allow people to
love him,
be loved by him.
If only his mouth could
speak as
loudly as his hands.
Perhaps then he could
find happiness.
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